Barnaby winces slightly as he's loaded onto the stretcher, but he doesn't complain. Emet-Selch had done the best he could to seal the wound, which so far is managing to hold, but inevitably his insides still feel like they're on fire with each little movement, to say nothing of his other lesser injuries, so he'll have to endure it for now until they have another healer to hand.

Still, it's frustrating -- he'd always known his powers were nothing special, not with the kind of limitations they have, but he'd still tried his hardest to use them to achieve what he could, and that had been his route to success. Here, it seems he's already coming up against the limits of what he can and can't do compared to everyone else.

When the soldiers start to carry him back to the Citadel, he calls back to J, "You should rejoin the fighting. Don't worry about me." After all, if Achamoth and the Citadel fall, fussing over him won't be of use to any of them.